Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2320

Iskaleth awoke to the sound of someone calling her name.

Her thoughts returned slowly, dragged up from darkness by a voice from someone she remembered being an insufferable bastard.

She blinked out of habit, though opening her eyes changed nothing about the darkness she had known since birth, and then the Fate in front of her sharpened into focus.

A huge head loomed over her, close enough that she could feel the weight of its existence crowding her senses. Iskaleth flinched backward before she could stop herself.

"Dry Mouth?" The enormous Serpentes recoiled as though she had struck him.

"Ah, you remember me, my love. My heart is overflowing with warmth and happiness. You know, ever since I saw you the first time, I've been waiting for another chance to admire your beauty."

Iskaleth's expression twisted into something between confusion, and then she settled on awkward disgust.

"Can I have some space, please?"

"Beauty, why must you wound me so?"

Iskaleth stopped as she was about to reply, deciding halfway through that it wasn't worth it.

Instead, Iskaleth turned her senses outward, and all her distracting thoughts died.

Everything around her felt enormous. Not merely physically large, but heavy, as though every structure carried so much accumulated weight that her Fate sight had to push through layers before she could make sense of what she was looking at.

Then she saw the city. Her eyes widened even though the gesture was meaningless.

Legendary. There was no mistaking it. The density of Fate, the way the city's existence seemed to anchor itself into the world around it, the sheer number of paths tied to its streets, walls, and structures, all of it carried a weight she had never encountered from any other settlement before.

Iskaleth searched her memories and failed to name even a single Legendary City in the entirety of the Skai Heaven's Demi-God Plane. Not one.

Powerful organizations had ancient cities, sacred capitals, ancestral worlds, but Legendary was something else entirely. Yet Sylas had one inside his body. Worse, judging by the lack of reverence surrounding it, he didn't even seem to care very much.

Her Fate sight shifted again and immediately caught on something stranger.

Yamero sat not far away, the Serpentes formed entirely from Runes focused on a book as though the rest of the world barely existed. He didn't glance toward her. But what was odd was that his Fate was what made Iskaleth's thoughts catch. It was broken and fragmented. Not damaged exactly, but split in ways she had never seen before, as though several incomplete possibilities had been stitched together and formed into a life.

She couldn't even properly identify what sort of Serpentes he was. There was no bloodline pattern she recognized or ancestral echo she could trace. He felt constructed, but that answer somehow seemed even more ridiculous than everything else she had seen so far.

Then she looked toward what she had assumed was a mountain.

Pain exploded through her eyes.

Iskaleth hissed and jerked her head away, blood immediately rolling down her cheeks.

For several seconds she couldn't even breathe properly, the pressure of what she had seen still stamped against her mind. Slowly, cautiously, she looked again, this time only allowing the faintest edge of her Fate sight to touch it.

The "mountain" shifted. A vast body lay coiled across the land, so enormous and dense with potential that its future looked less like a path and more like a storm swallowing everything around it.

Iskaleth's heart began to pound. The bloodline was ancient. No, ancient wasn't enough. It carried the kind of depth that made her feel as though generations of impossible ancestors were staring back through one body, and the future branching from it was so violent, so expansive, that even glancing at it made her eyes threaten to burst again.

Basilisk King.

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